This is a song about "Down to earth"

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

So down to earth it's just ballistic

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

'cuz life is short, there's not much time, i'd be thrown back to earth,

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance, hit the earth like an asteroid

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

That's why my words are like escape to a heaven on earth,

Birds fly, do they fly free, are they locked to the earth knowing why she

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

I was put on this earth to write about how i feel/